The Mack Daddy, rippin up skirts in the back of Caddies
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If +Baby Got Back+ then baby can have me
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Controversy made them ban me, understand me
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Girls, bringin many problems to my world
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Tryin to make Mix pay for them pearls
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One had a baby and it's a girl *baby giggling*
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I swore I had protection, got an erection
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Must resist temptation
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Girls flock, ride my jock
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'Cause a big fat Porsche went around the block (mmm)
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Met a young girl named Angel
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She had a big long weave I'd love to mangle
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So I'm puttin in work, lovin tight skirts
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So you know a mack poppa gotta flirt (woo!)
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Room triple deuced me and baby got loose
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Look at baby wiggle that big caboose
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Got a little tiny waist, everything's in place
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I'm pacin, facin the situation
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It's on, put it on tape, troop
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Got a little sex now I'm sittin on a lawsuit
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Nine months later, little baby pops out
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Blonde hair, blue eyes, with her feets in her mouth
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Well that can't be me (nope)
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'Cause I'm a nappy haired black man, dressed like a O.G.
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Angel's gold diggin, this girl's driven
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Tryin to catch Mix on slippin
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Just because I get paid don't mean I get played
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For the bank I've made
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And after the blood test I got proof
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Your baby is cute ... but don't call me Da Da!
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Don't call me Da Da!
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The next story, met a young skirt, said her name was Laurie
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Smoked much dank, but her life was boring
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Got with Mix, now she adores me
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Nasty nigga named Mix (yep)
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On a tour bus with the porno flicks (mm)
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Anxious 'cause I wanna knock boots
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And I don't sleep with the girls in my group
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So Mack Daddy is strollin and patrollin
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Big fat bank I'm holdin
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Bus pulls up to the mini mart
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And that's where Laurie works and my game starts
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Laurie knows nothin bout rap though
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And that peeled my superstar cap, so
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I'll just go back to the basics
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And even that game is stiff, baby, face it
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So now Laurie and me is headed to the ?monkey dope?
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Straight gettin to the ?monkey poke?
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Dip dip dip, one two three
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*she moans* 'Cause I'm a vet'ran, see
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I kissed her cheek while Laurie was asleep
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Let one more groupie use me (mm)
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One year later she's tryin to creep
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ON MY MONEY
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But I ain't the one to get played the sap (uh-uh)
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When I hit the sack, big Richard is capped
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Your man's a punk for leavin kids with you
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The baby's cute, but don't call me Da Da!
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Don't call me Da Da!
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I'm sittin, in Long Beach Cali, eatin Popeyes' chicken
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Thinkin bout the next snake charmer I'm hittin
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Met a fly skirt, nickname was Kitten
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And I start spittin,
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WhassUP with the brother in the passenger seat?
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Homeboy bailed 'cause his game was weak
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And he was callin her bitch, I was callin her baby
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He got the finger, I got the lady
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Me and Kitten left the place quickened (yep)
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Busta, you and cousin Kitten need a stickin
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TO THE 'TEL, TO THE 'TEL, TO THE 'TEL WE RUSH
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(gasp) The jimmy-hat bust
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I start sweatin, conscience bettin
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That I'ma have to deal with bed wettin
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But I'ma handle this thing like a man
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Settle down and bring the kid up, that's the plan
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Three weeks later I get this call though
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Kitten sounds happy on the telephone
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She said "Go on and live your life, bro,
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'Cause EPT said no," so don't call me Da Da!
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Don't call me Da Da!
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Don't call me Da Da!
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Da da!
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Don't call me Da Da! I ain't yo daddy, baby!
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Da Da!
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Don't call me Da Da!
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Don't Call Me Da Da
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| Sir Mix-A-Lot |
